Without people yer nothing.
Homage to Joe Strummer of the Clash, I had the privilege of meeting him and Mick jones and saw them several times. Joe just spoke the truth and fought for people.
Without people yer nothin’
Punk rocker unrepentant
Why the fuck should I be?
Lose the resentment?
Have all the social jokes
Become a real hilarity?
Yes I see it all the time.
Because they’re back!
But so are we.
We never left.
Here’s the litany of lies
Leading us to hang
Miners sorry for missing the truth.
Sorry Maggie, if it wasn’t for us
You wouldn’t have to pay
All that police overtime.
But times were hard
so its nice you looked after them.
Another…. Fighting racism.
friendly horses charging at people
in exchange for carrots and hay.
Horses earning more in carrots
then striking miners earned in a month.
Another…. Blair Peach, an innocent man
Came over from New Zealand
He was a teacher, not a preacher
But he was smacked on the head
And so became dead.
People taken, humans as marionettes for the rich.
Plaything, playtime, postured people.
Bastards in BMW’s sucking at the Tory nipple.
Peoples blood the national tipple.
ATOS saying yer not a cripple.
And why they’ll lose?
Because they don’t know
What a person is
What a real life is
What real people are….
What we are.
….so the message that they all forgot
From a bed in Strummerville.
The message to the haves and the have nots
Ordinary words to lead us on
Simple words To lead us from
Little mouse trails till bloods last rave
Joe spinning in his Strummerville grave.
Always looking for those to save
Gravelled voice. calls out from within the coffin
That Strummer voice. “Without people your nothin’”